Lin Banruo has been practicing for many years, and her mood has always been without any waves, but now looking at Zhao Jiuge, who was rolling to the ground with a sluggish breath and a pale face, her heart suddenly rippled. ∏∈，

This feeling made her dislike, she didn't like that she had a ripple in her mood, because she only wanted to live forever, and she had no intention of pursuing anything else.

But at this time, she may not know that her willow eyebrows are tightly locked, and the fingers holding the 'falling flowers' have been tightly whitened.

An inexplicable anger suddenly appeared in his heart, and his eyes were full of coldness when he looked at Wang Changrui, who was wearing a gray robe. The eyelids moved lightly a few times, and the sword intent erupted, and the fourth layer of the sword duel was cast on his body. This is also the strongest layer that Lin Banruo can release, although he has just mastered it for a short time and is a little unskilled, but he still resolutely released it at this time.

Song Rujing can be said to be the most exposed person at the moment, she is the same as Zhao Jiuge, the more people who don't have many friends, the more important they regard their friends, seeing that Zhao Jiuge is injured, the tension of facing the evil demons of the God Transformation Realm has long been gone, and only endless killing intent has been replaced by endless killing intent.

Song Rujing's forehead was slightly lowered, her eyes were closed, her expression was serious, and there were strange spiritual power fluctuations around her body, mysterious and long, constantly dispersing from her body to all sides, as soon as she made a move, Song Rujing used her spiritual array talent.

Song Yuansheng held the 'Divine Heart' in his right hand and flew with his right hand, bringing up the Dao Dao sword qi, hanging in the air to observe the field of a hundred schools, everything was involved, and the call was naturally no exception, Song Yuansheng released the sword qi in one hand and held the 'Eight-Sided Demon Mirror' in the other.

"Insect carving skills. The corners of Wang Changrui's mouth showed a thick disdain, maybe these methods were still very tricky for him when he had not yet broken through to the Transformation God Realm, but once he broke through to the Transformation God Realm, opened the door of the Yuan Shen, and re-entered another new world, he knew how small the Yuan Infant Realm was.

As Wang Changrui spoke, the gray robe moved slightly, and the spiritual light naturally gathered around the body, and the spiritual power belonging to the realm of the gods continued to flow in his body, with a perverted smile in his eyes, he liked this feeling of holding power in his hands, and preferred the enjoyment of this killing process, not to mention killing this kind of demonic talent.

"Lingluo Blood Net!"

As Wang Changrui drank again, Wang Changrui's dry and slender bloodless palm, the back of the hand was facing down, and the five fingers grabbed the void in the palm of the hand, and a trace of blood light converged from the surroundings of his body to the palm.

As his right hand was raised, blood-colored spider webs appeared densely, blocking him and heading towards Song Yuansheng and Lin Panruo.

Although the pink sword qi and blue sword qi of the two of them were fierce, they couldn't resist the continuous flow of blood networks conjured up by spiritual power. Each sword qi severed the blood net, and even after it was shattered, a new blood net appeared. Until the edge of the sword qi is exhausted, it gradually dissipates.

Wang Changrui's eyes greedily stared at the magic weapons on these people's bodies, and he was overjoyed, he didn't expect that there were so many spiritual weapons on these disciples! And the power was not bad, you must know that he had only one spiritual weapon in his hand after cultivating for so many years.

A pillar of white light gushed out from the 'Eight-Sided Demon Mirror' in Song Yuansheng's hand, and Song Yuansheng was repeatedly unhappy with the methods of this magic weapon.

With a cold snort, a magic weapon appeared in Wang Changrui's hand, which was a silver-white scimitar, the blade was not long, only about two feet, but the entire blade was covered with a blood-colored ripple. This is also the only spiritual weapon in Wang Changrui's hand, the 'Night Demon Scimitar'.

The hand rises, and the knife falls. A fierce blood light shot towards the white pillar of light.

"Bang!"

As soon as the two came into contact, a violent loud bang erupted, but the tried-and-true white pillar of light was defeated this time, and was directly dispersed by this fierce blood light.

And the 'Eight-Sided Demon Mirror' in Song Yuansheng's hand After a violent tremor, there was no movement at all, lying quietly on the palm of Song Yuansheng's hand, and the entire 'Eight-Sided Demon Mirror' was somewhat damaged by Wang Changrui's blow, which was also a spiritual weapon, and it might be broken directly if it was replaced with a treasure weapon. Although the 'Eight-Sided Magic Mirror' is not damaged, it must be repaired before it can continue to be used.

The magic weapon was damaged, but Song Yuansheng did not feel the slightest distress, as long as it was not directly damaged, it could be repaired and restored. At this moment, his eyes had already looked at Lin Banruo in front of him, because after Wang Changrui swung that sharp knife, his body rolled up the afterimage and ran directly towards Lin Banruo.

Wang Changrui looked at Lin Panruo's stunning face and was only in a trance at first, and then calmed down, he was only interested in his own strength and some magic baby objects, as for the female color, he didn't care at all, he had only one purpose, to kill all the four people, absorb the essence blood of the four people to increase his spiritual power, and at the same time seize all the magic baby objects on the four people, and he could take out one or two spiritual weapons at will, and there might be something else on his body.

Among the four people, Zhao Jiuge has been beaten down, his life and death are unknown, and he doesn't have to deal with it, and Song Rujing is arranging the spirit array, and there is no threat for the time being, so he can ignore it, and the remaining two belong to Lin Panruo's breath is the weakest, and his own spiritual power consumption is too large, Wang Changrui chose to break them one by one, so he moved his body and attacked Lin Banruo.

Seeing that the remnants of Wang Changrui's body were still moving towards him, Lin Banruo's face did not show the slightest abnormality, and he did not panic. Although he couldn't cope with it, Lin Banruo still struggled to raise the 'Falling Flower' to resist, just after releasing the sword qi, the consumption was large, and there was no buffer time, so Lin Banruo couldn't use other means for a while, so he could only watch this simple way to resist.

"Bang..."

There was a muffled sound and a trembling sound in the air, and the "falling flower" was split by Wang Changrui's 'Night Demon Scimitar', although Lin Banruo still held the natal flying sword in his hand tightly and did not throw it away, but it had also bounced to the side of his body.

This time, Wang Changrui smiled cruelly, then raised the 'Night Demon Scimitar' with his mouth, and directly volleyed down, slashing at Lin Banruo's head from top to bottom.

Even when his life was in danger, his eyelids did not blink, and his face was not panicked.

But Song Yuansheng nearby was anxious for her, with an anxious expression on his face, at this moment, no means could save Lin Panruo, even if he had great means, he couldn't save Lin Banruo when the 'Night Demon Scimitar' fell. If this knife really falls, the whole body will be split in half, and even the Yuan Ying with the abdomen will not be able to escape.

The moment the 'Night Demon Scimitar' fell, the cold light on the blade was reflected in Lin Banruo's beautiful eyes, at this time, I don't know if it was an illusion, Lin Banruo's eyes were trance-free by the cold light, and then she seemed to feel that a voice appeared in front of her to block her. Then she felt a person wrapping around her soft waist, and she realized that this was not an illusion, and the cold light of the blade dissipated, and Lin Banruo saw the scene in front of her clearly.

Zhao Jiuge, who was sluggish and pale, firmly protected her whole body like that, and a pair of eyes that could only squint because of the injury looked at her affectionately, and at the same time used her body to throw her to the ground.

Zhao Jiuge was originally knocked out by Wang Changrui, because of the effect of the Sanskrit Holy Body and the protection of the 'Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor' on his body, he actually did not suffer much damage, but the churning of qi and blood in his body and the depletion of spiritual power caused him to look embarrassed, flying upside down for more than ten meters and shattering the edge of the blood pool, which knocked him into a little confused, at this time, he was a little sober and saw the scene just now, and then regardless of the injuries on his body and the depletion of spiritual power, he rushed forward directly, and did not use the slightest spiritual power, but directly used ** In front of Lin Banruo!

Song Yuansheng was stunned and watched Zhao Jiuge from getting up to flying, and finally holding Lin Panruo to a series of movements, which could be described as fluent, but soon, while being stunned, Song Yuansheng's heart rose again, this knife goes down, can Zhao Jiuge still end well.

While worried, when Song Yuansheng looked at Zhao Jiuge's figure, he couldn't help but feel some admiration and emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge is like a moth to a fire, a moth, desperate for the woman he likes, even if he knows that there is no good end, he has to pursue that short-term emotional release.

Wang Changrui didn't have the heart to care about the feelings between these men and women, although the kid was not dead yet, and suddenly blocked in front of Lin Banruo, but the knife that fell was not soft at all, and continued to swing down.

"Poof..."

A dull sound sounded in this silent stone cave, because Zhao Jiuge pounced on Lin Panruo and fell to the ground, so the knife that originally slashed his head fell directly on Zhao Jiuge's shoulder to his back, although because of the body' The resistance of the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor did not appear to be deeply visible to the bones, but under the influence of the force, this knife directly shattered most of Zhao Jiuge's meridians, and the whole person was even worse, and he was seriously injured again, this time it was more serious than just now, and his breath was like nothing, so he firmly grasped Lin Panruo's waist and did not let go.

As the saying goes, a man's head and a woman's waist can't be touched, not to mention that Lin Banruo rarely even talks to men, at this moment he felt the strangeness on his waist, Lin Banruo did not have the coldness and thunder of the past, but looked at Zhao Jiuge who threw himself in his arms with a somewhat dull look, looking at this man whose breath was close to nothing.

Once upon a time, she also thought about finding a man and woman to spend the rest of her life with, to be a fairy couple, and to be free in the world. But with the improvement of her strength, she has let go of everything and only seeks immortality.

Until this moment, the mood that had never been rippling fluctuated, but because he was used to being cold, even if the emotions in his heart were turbulent, there was no excited expression on his face, but his eyes were a little hollow and dull looking at Zhao Jiuge in his arms, that miserable white and beautiful face. The seductive red lips moved, not knowing what they were talking about, and then moved Zhao Jiuge from his arms to the ground with a gentle movement, and that action was as gentle as a woman covering her husband with a quilt when she was newly married. After doing all this, Lin Banruo didn't say a word, glanced at the man lying on the ground, got up and looked at Wang Changrui, there was no anger or excitement in his eyes, but it was precisely this calm gaze that could give people a kind of lethality!

She had never had any fluctuations with men, but this time she had a little strange emotion towards the man on the ground, and even she couldn't explain it clearly. Anyway, the most important thing at the moment is to kill Wang Changrui!

Song Yuansheng looked at Lin Panruo's gaze a little frightened, seeing Zhao Jiuge injured like this, he blamed himself for not taking good care of Zhao Jiuge, and at the same time felt a little guilty in his heart, because when he came out, as a descendant of the sect, he had a lot of life-saving means, but he used it once less, and he was not willing to use it at the beginning.

With a light breath of turbidity, this time Song Yuansheng decided not to hide it anymore with the guilt of Zhao Jiuge. On the side of Song Rujing's tightly closed eyes, her brows were furrowed, but because it took time to arrange the spirit array, although she sensed everything that was happening around her, she couldn't go to see how Zhao Jiuge was injured. And the longer the spirit array is arranged, the more powerful it becomes.

With the sound of soft footsteps, he took two steps forward, Lin Banruo put away the 'falling flowers', looked at Wang Changrui with his eyes, his chest was glowing, and he took out an item.